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CFFC Challenge: The Letter “J”

Judith

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge this week directs us to post a photo of something beginning with the letter “J” that contains at least six letters. Believe it or not, it took me a good ten minutes to come up with such a word! I was about to resort to the dictionary when I spied this photo on my desktop. I had used it just a few days ago, but earlier, when I went to put it away, my eyes fell on the purse and I started to wonder what I would have carried in a purse when I was three years old. It seemed like a good subject for a poem, so I left the photo there to remind me to try to do so after I did Cee’s “Fun Foto” post. It didn’t occur to me for a long time, that since my name is Judith and it was a photo of me, that I could do both at the same time.

What does a three-year-old put in a purse she takes to church? Held primly on her lap as legs swing freely from their perch. Feet dangling from the pew above the varnished floorboards where fifty years of townsfolk have walked enroute to prayer. Small straw purse grasped tightly in two nail-bitten fists, too little for a lipstick or store receipts or lists.

If perhaps the sermon stretches on too long, what can she find inside this purse that she has brought along? Black plastic strap she’s twisted securely ‘round a finger—once she has unwound it, how long will the marks linger pressed into her chubby flesh, like four little rings she surveys as she unsnaps her purse to view her “things?”

A single piece of Juicy Fruit in case she gets a cough. A snap bead and a single bud that happened to fall off the rosebush of that big house as she ran ahead to linger on their way to church and squeezed it with her finger(and perhaps her thumbnail) until it finally snapped. She’d peel off its petals later as she napped.

She knew she shouldn’t do this. They’d told her this before, but her parents walked so slowly, and those naps were such a bore. God may have seen even the smallest sparrow fall, but were single rosebuds seen by him at all? That lady they belonged to was so bossy and so haughty that she provoked the saintliest children to be naughty!

A single plastic wrapped-up toy she worries to and fro from her last night’s Cracker Jacks bought before the show. She softly rustles cellophane between her restless fingers, then sniffs them to determine if the caramel smell still lingers. Mama gently elbows her to say she should desist–– fluttering her hand a bit, loosely from the wrist.

She looks for things much quieter in her little purse. Her snap pistol is noisier. This marble would be worse, dropped upon the church floor where it would roll away. If she caused such a ruckus, what would the preacher say? Something at the bottom feels so round and sticky. Probably a Lifesaver gone all soft and icky.

A little lace-edged hanky that Grandma tatted for her. She said that she would show her how, but she’s sure it would bore her. A folded piece of paper. Crayons––one blue, one red. If the sermon goes too long, she can color instead. Mama will not mind and neither will her Dad. Sister will be embarrassed, but she cares not a tad.

Later on her Daddy’s eyes will start to close, but she’s sure her mom will nudge him before he starts to doze. That’s why she is sitting right there in the middle to correct his snoozes and her daughter’s every fiddle. Sister is so perfect she needs no reprimand, so she sits on the outside, removed from Mama’s hand.

After the sermon’s over, the collection plate passes here before her, certain of its fate. She’ll unsnap the little purse and reach down far inside it to try to find the quarter where she chose to hide itstuck in her silly putty in a little ball. Now she wonders whether she can remove it all.

The people farther down the pew look in her direction to try to see the cause of the collection plate’s deflection,so her quarter is surrendered to join the coins and bills piled there around it in green and silver hills. It is the only quarter blanketed in blue. It is a nice addition, this unexpected hue.

Sister looks disgusted, but her parents do not see,That quarter cannot be traced back to her now, luckily. Church will soon be ended with a prayer and song,and when the music starts up, she will gladly sing along. She still dreads church but she gives thanks, for it could be worse.She could be forced to live through it without her Sunday purse!

About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

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10 thoughts on “CFFC Challenge: The Letter “J””

What a cute picture but the poem…brilliant! Love the silly putty part. I remember imprinting coin images in them. Did you ever press it onto comics in the newspaper? It took the ink and left a perfect image on the putty.

Oops.. just reread this and I’d substituted shiny for colored..I’ve changed my reply, but if you’d already read it, repeating here that I agree the putty was beige. Years later they made it in all colors–even fluorescent, but I was too old to play with it by in. Guess readers will just think I’m younger than I am. No harm. ;o)